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“The ghost has a name,” Ribit retorts with a smirk, appearing in the middle of the hallway on the third floor.

The guys jump.

“Where the fuck did you come from?” Doc exclaims.

Ribit’s eyes widen, “Wait, you can see me?”

“Of course we can,” Griff replies, looking confused.

I chuckle, “We were just coming to see you.”

“Wait, this is Ribit?” Ransom asks. “She doesn’t look like a ghost.”

Before I can explain what Ribit told me about how she can’t communicate with many people or even be seen. One of the workers that we saw on the first day that we arrived comes around the corner. She greets us all by our names and smiles, but doesn’t mention Ribit.

“What did you do to piss her off?” River asks. “She didn’t even look at you.”

Ribit chuckles, “Bold of you to assume that I pissed her off.”

River’s eyes widen slightly, “Shit, sorry sometimes my mouth says things without consulting my brain.”

Ribit smiles, “Don’t worry about it, she didn’t say hello because she can’t see or hear me.”

“What?” Raiden asks. “I know you’re dead, but you’re pretty powerful if we can see you, you don’t look even remotely ghost-like.”

“That’s all you guys. Honestly, I thought it was just Neith, but since you’re all hers, I did wonder if the gift would transfer onto you guys as well,” Ribit says. She looks at Raiden, her expression becoming serious, “I know you’re a reaper, and I know that you are going to want to cross me over, but please don’t use any of your reaper magic on me and try to make me go, it won’t end well.”

Raiden’s eyebrows rise, “I have no idea what kind of reapers you have dealt with in the past, although I can imagine, but I would never force someone to move on unless they were a danger or their soul had deteriorated to the point that they were at risk of becoming a Wraith. You’re neither of those things.”

Ribit looks surprised, “Yeah, you’re definitely a lot different than any reaper I have spoken to in the past, they make it their mission to try to cross me over.”

“It’s always a choice,” Raiden replies with a shrug.

Ribit looks at me and smirks, “I get it.”

“Get what?” I ask, and then immediately regret the question when a mischievous glint alights in her eyes.

“Why you’ve made them yours,” she replies.

“Made us yours, huh?” Doc grins, his eyes flashing gold, while the others just smile and look at me expectantly.

I shoot Ribit a look, “I never said that. Anyway, it’s getting late, and we need to get on with my plan.”

Ribit’s eyes light up, “Oh, a plan, is that why you were coming to see me?”

I grin, “Yep. We should probably go and speak somewhere that we definitely can’t be overheard.”

“Back up to the fourth floor we go then,” Ribit says as she disappears from view.

“That’s so cool,” River mutters as he rushes ahead to the end of the corridor and up the stairs.

We all follow him quickly, and I have to admit that I’m slightly more cautious as I head through the door, but only because I really can’t cope with another trial right now. To be honest, we should be heading to bed, it’s late and we have a trial tomorrow, or at least I definitely do and after the two trials I have done today, I absolutely need to go to bed, but this is important, and it may be the best way that we can help Coen without wasting any more time. The longer that we wait to help him, the more we risk that Kylen realizes that we know each other and he disappears with Coen so that we can’t help him.

When we get up to the next floor, Ribit leads us into the room where she and I watched the guys' trial earlier, and then everyone turns to look at me expectantly.

“What’s the idea then?” Reed asks curiously.

I look at Ribit, “I was wondering if you would help us?”